I used to sit next to him while he worked. He seemed to like that.
Perhaps I inspired him.
I would annoy him with the same question over and over again, to which he would reply ‘no’ every single time– “Sammy, If I die, will you cry?”
One day, he looked over and said – "Maybe."
Thursday, March 8, 2007
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I know what the rest of the original post was about, and so it makes me cry a little inside. sniff.
The open ended-ness of it is stark, and I like that.
Oh, and how is he now? I hope he's doing better?
Since I dont know what the rest of the original post is about, I made my own little story in my mind :)
Find it in Maybe 2
@wiseling: Sammy is doing ok. He's not fully recovered, don't think he every will "fully" recover. It seems so weird that i can actually say this now, without getting all choked up. Guess that's what 2 years does to you.
@someone - find the real story on http://spazsimchasm.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html
Needless to say, I would give anything to have that conversation with him again.
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